Layered! Part of Christmas Potluck. Happy eating and Merry...

I never dared to cook Biryani till I saw her make it. I stood by her and watched her every move; the meat, the rice and the innumerable spices, along with little stories from home got laid out in front of me. She was confident, I was fascinated. Her Biryani always came out perfect with flying colors; aromatic with spices, the meat rightly cooked and the rice grains nestled against each other standing out separate and proud – just the way it should be. That day seems a long time ago, but every time I make my Biryani, I feel her standing by me. I did experiment over the years with the spices and the amount of each to suit the taste of the rest of my family and I can proudly say that I am pretty much satisfied with what I make, but her’s will always be the best. I owe this post of my very very dear friend Fatema. Thank you again!